“ And then you’re thinking of going to Sheffield?”
“ Yes.”
“ Are you fit to start work?”
“ I’m going to start.”
“ You’ve really got a place?”
“ Yes—begin on Monday.”
“ You don’t look fit.”
“ Why don’t I?”
She looked again out of the window instead of answering.
“ And have you got lodgings in Sheffield?”
“ Yes.”
Again she looked away out of the window. The panes were blurred with streaming rain.
“ And can you manage all right?” she asked.
“ I s’d think so. I s’ll have to!”
They were silent when Morel returned.
“ I shall go by the four-twenty,” he said as he entered.
Nobody answered.
“ I wish you’d take your boots off,” he said to Clara.
“ There’s a pair of slippers of mine.”
“ Thank you,” she said. “They aren’t wet.”
He put the slippers near her feet. She
